a blood dawn rises
red for flame
grey for ash
ashes
of a world
dying in its embers
no-one looks beyond
the scarred line
of the horizon
our keloid days
like strung-out flesh
behind the sun
the sky skinned
within an inch
shining like death
knife-edged
morning blisters
the sea disgorges
tomorrow’s disease
© BH, 2022
These fragmentary pieces arrived as a longer poems which broke up by accident or design into separate poems.
I don’t know if I should connect them again somehow. Probably not. But then again…
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